[Verse]
A western ranch is just a branch of Nowhere Junction to me.
Gimme the city where livin' pretty and the gals wear finery.

[Refrain]
East is east and west is west
And the wrong one I have chose;
Let's go where I'll keep on wearin'
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows,
Rings and things and buttons and bows.

Don't bury me in this prairie,
Take me where the cement grows;
Let's move down to some big town
Where they love a gal by the cut o' her clothes,
And I'll stand out in buttons and bows.

I'll love you in buckskin
Or skirts that I've homespun,
But I'll love ya' longer, stronger
Where yer friends don't tote a gun.

My bones denounce the buckboard bounce
And the cactus hurts my toes;
Let's vamoose where gals keep usin'
Those silks and satins and linen that shows,
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

And gimme eastern trimmin' where women are women
In high silk hose and peek-a-boo clothes
And French perfume that rocks the room
And I'm all yours in buttons and bows.

Buttons and bows,
Buttons and bows,
Those frills and flowers and buttons and bows,
Rings and things and buttons and bows.